- Seasons of the Soul
Dark cherry boughs in frocks of ruffled white
all swing their skirts above the hills with ease,
and shyly, buds are peeking out to tease
the freckled springtime’s subtle golden light.
As warmer days align themselves again,
and sparrows venture from their darkened eaves,
the summer now collects her fruits and trees,
transforming colors of the wooded glen.
Oh, watch the golden autumn reminisce
about her twirling apples cloaked in red,
her little children from the orchard bed.
While bending down, she plants her yearly kiss.
Then from all heaven, winter’s frosting spills,
dispersing tiny snowflakes on the land.
A silent visit from an ivory hand
will top the glossy powder on the hills.
Each earthly course will make it’s own debut,
all nature waits beneath our changing sky,
while marking new instructions from on high--
The tender seasons of our souls renew.
